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Another Love Story

   Everyone has there own perfect example of Love, we create such fantasies in our head of how a perfect man or woman should be. Traditions has forced us to live with fear to love or not to be loved. Even if we didn't follow traditions our so called heart which we claim we calmly hear has forced us to. All this hardships people face in order to love or to be loved.... can I say they are worth it? A woman died out of starvation of love she felt she wasn't important if she didn't have someone a man to be precise to say "I LOVE YOU" one who hold her waist and kiss her like that will be the last. For her having love was as important as having air to breathe she didn't like the fact she had a love who would come and sleep with her "no strings attached" just sex she needed more, more attention, more love, more .... a woman that was ready to kill herself, wanting to leave herself, wanting to leave this world fulfilling a promise she so desired not to nullify. Suicide was the only option given to her by her heart that once yearned for love. Decades had passed and we are still told a story which even reports proved to be true. Millions of women are missing in the world. We don't know if they were killed cuz they weren't supposed to be as valuable as boys, are given away or sold or caught by some smugglers meaning to exploit them and force them into prostitution or even harvest their organs for organ trafficking. Women that die at the hands of their husbands, father's, brothers or their ex-partners or women killed by unknown men only because they are women. The point is she wasn't killed by the hand of a man nor her own. She was killed by a social order which establishes that a woman's life doesn't make sense if it isn't propped up by love, a trophy 🏆"LOVE" to show off. A love like ...... A love supposedly worth dying for. That damned formula that's tattooed on our souls. Where a love that hurts is supposed to be true love. Love that despairs, that exasperates. That messes with our heads and turns us to shit. There are types of relationships in life: Those that inspire us too give our best, those that destroy us, those that gives us peace and those that take it away. I still don't know why we choose wrong most of the time. Why do we choose the type of love that tears us apart? However, society and it stereotypes push us toward that chaos. It teaches us that pain is fun and it isn't. That is not true. Pain is perverse, it is exciting but it hurts.We have to learn again to love cuz it's our duty.
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